Murphy's Lore Quotes

“Early morning suits and overalls were on their way to work, covering people too bewildered by employment to realize what an atrocious hour it was to be up and about. Still, they had enough wits about them to take great pains to walk around the man arguing with his bottle and apparently losing. Edgar”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Shall we tune up?” asked Heimdal. He was answered by a chorus of “Sure,” , “Why not?”, and “Why? Do I look like a car?”   “Okay. Ready. Mee, Mee, Mee, Mee,” Heimdal sang.   The assembled crowd sang back “You, you, you, you.”   “Very good. Now lets try ‘you, you, you, you.’” Heimdal said.   A chorus of “Me, me, me, me,” filled the air.   “Excellent,” Heimdal”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“The light filled all present with a special grace and warmth. I swear it smiled. Then the light was gone and the ceiling returned, having the nerve to act as if it had never left.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“We sang not for fame and fortune, but because the song needed to be set free from our souls. Once liberated, most folks understood why it had been locked up in the first place. Once”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Pride not only precedes a fall, but often hangs around a while longer to see what other damage it can do.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Love is in the air.”   “Is that what that smell is?”   “Yep,” said Paddy.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“In other words,” I said. “If someone asked you why you hang around that sadist, you’ll say ‘beats me.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“My nose tried to jump off my face, overwhelmed by the foulest odor it had ever encountered. The”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“A seance?” asked Demeter. “Not quite as scientific as reading entrails, but it couldn’t hurt.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Herc watches the door. Occasionally, it watches him back. They can spend hours before one of them breaks down.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Yesterday was the last day of the rest of my life’ pin”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“No, the world is not perfect, but at least there are those who are trying. You can find some of them bellying up to the bar in a place called Bulfinche’s Pub. Follow the brightest rainbow in the sky. Let it lead you past the ills of the world to a safe haven where the drinks are cold, the food hot, and the company exceptional. The bartenders are pretty darn good, too. Next time the pot of gold calls to you, come in and see us. First drink is on the house.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Meanwhile, the front door opened. It was something it was very good at. After all, it had been doing it for years. Did it with skill and grace, obviously taking great pride in its work, not even making a squeak. Probably”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“True love is hard work. Only the lust comes easy. The point is, you do it together. The”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Rumbles was a long–time regular who in his working hours holds the honorable position of clown. He claims to have held several other positions, but being a gentleman, refuses to elaborate. The”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“me guess. Now you quote from the bible and try to convert me to your religion.”   “The Creator of all doesn’t get as hung up on religion as some people do,” said Mathew.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“It was an odd way to spend my day off. Not odd in the way that, say, dressing up in tin foil, claiming to be a potato, and asking people to bake me is. Besides, that was a one time deal, but only because I lost a bet. No,”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Back in the days when rulers actually said “off with their heads” it was customary to give the executioner a monetary gift so he would be sure to kill you with the first stroke of the blade. If he didn’t, you were still alive but laying around, your head hanging partly chopped off. Not a fun way to spend the day, even the last day of the rest of your life. “The”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Paddy is untall. Paddy hates the term “short” with a passion most folks reserve for the tax man. His distaste for the tax man exceeds known measurement.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Attitude aside, a man in a five–hundred–dollar suit, no matter how wrinkled or soiled, does not take to street life nearly as easily as a fish takes to smog. First”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“You don’t pull out a rocket launcher because some drunk throws a punch at you. That’s overkill,” said Paddy, referring”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“you ever wondered why socks disappear in the dryer?”   I nodded, offering, “The spinning of the dryer combined with the intense heat tears open small holes in the fabric of space and time. Occasionally a sock falls through and ends up in the dresser of some dinosaur.” Not everyone agreed with my idea.   “The way I see it is the socks mutate into wire coat hangers which then somehow appear in my closet,” Dion surmised.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“it was a frigid January evening in Manhattan. The temperature was cold enough that if his exposed skin happened to brush up against a lamppost it would decide to leave him and stay with the metal.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“It is a sin to hurt someone, so by avoiding violence we do not sin ourselves and by stopping an opponent from hurting us, we prevent him from sinning.”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“We need to grab joy whenever and wherever we find it. Certainly”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub

“Hey, look up there!” he said as he pointed toward the sky. “A flock of turtles.”   Like a fool, I looked. I knew it wasn’t the right time of year for turtles to migrate, but I looked anyway. When”
― Patrick Thomas, Murphy's Lore: Tales From Bulfinche's Pub